Sometimes Daddy drives me to school and sometimes Mummy drives me. Daddy says he is not a morning person. I don't know what that means. I like mornings because I like rice crispies. Daddy just drinks coffee and rubs his eyes a lot and makes noises a bit like a walrus.
Yesterday Daddy drove me to school. On the way there we have to drive through four traffic lights. I counted them. Yesterday he didn't see the red light on the traffic lights for ages. I think it was probably my fault because I kept saying I couldn't kind my lunch box. Anyway, when he stopped we both fell forward a bit, my rucksack fell off the seat onto the floor and the horn peeped by accident. It was really exciting.
Then my lunch box fell out so it was there all the time.
Like Daddy said.
Daddy's face was a bit red when he turned round in his seat and asked me if I was okay. He looked a bit funny so I thought I would try and say something to make him feel better. I thought I'd tell him about when Mummy drives me to school.
When the traffic lights are yellow Mummy always starts driving faster because I think she doesn't like red very much. If she doesn't get through before it goes red she has to stop really quickly. Then she usually gets angry and pips the horn and then she sometimes shouts "Bloody traffic lights!"
That's a bad word.
So is bugger.
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